"It's a very special matter," said Elvin. "If he doesn't take the initiative to do it, I will, because I don't trust others to do it."
"Not because I'm afraid they'll run halfway, but because I'm afraid they won't do it cleanly enough."
But when Elvin asked to do it himself, Lance agreed. He believed Elvin could handle the matter well.
Sitting in the chair, he smoked, and the moon outside the window was strikingly beautiful.
Beautiful might seem like a mismatched word for the moon, but it was the most suitable term at that moment.
It hung in the sky with a pure whiteness that carried a hint of something that drew people in to explore.
As Lance watched it, what he thought about was the Mayor's tactics all along.
They were measured, planned; he didn't seem reckless, nor did he do pointless things.
Many people laughed, saying he was on the losing side, but it was just a simple move that started to turn the tide.
If this step secured his position, what was his next move?
